Fu Ping made five batches of these steamed buns, enough for each of the girls in the palace to have two, and even the maids and eunuchs had some.
Huo Xiaolong said he would find someone for Scarface, but he couldn't just come to pay his respects to Huo Xiaolong; he also had to go and see He Yi and Cen Ang.
Scarface sensed that Huo Shuwen, his sworn brother, was acting strangely towards him, and unable to contain himself, he stepped forward and asked:
"Brother, what happened? Tell me."
These two seemed to have returned to the day when they delivered the pig-killing feast to Huo Panlijian and the others. The eagle, a handsome hero, led two plump white pigs, waiting for the still-little Huo Xiaolong to come out and decide their fate.
Even now, Huo Shuwen is dressed impeccably, exuding an air of nobility. Coupled with his taciturn and pretentious demeanor, he seems to have been born in a royal palace.
It's a bit odd that he's holding a steamed bun in his hand and a bowl of soup in his hand.
"Why don't you study hard?" the eagle retorted.
"Where did I go wrong, brother?"
"Everyone in the capital knows you're no good. You're such a grown man, yet you're always up to all sorts of tricks and you even have your mother serving you every day?"
"You don't have any money? You expect your mother, a grown woman, to go to the casino with you every day? How can you be so shameless?"
These few words left Scarface speechless. How could he possibly explain them?
My wife didn't go to the casino to assert her dominance, but my mother did.
Not only did he go, but he also beat up the owners who sent the women, and relying on his good relationship with the palace, he pointed his cane at them and cursed them.
"I'm telling you, if you have the guts, go to the Prefectural Governor's Office and sue me. If you don't, then just suffer. If your mother sends women to my son's side, I curse you all to have children without an anus!"
"Snatching bamboo shoots, oh, the old lady's mouth!"
"Brother, I really didn't. My mother went to help me chase away those women."
"Then why do you have so many women around you, but I don't? Or is there something wrong with you?"
Scarface, who was eating steamed buns, almost stopped himself from saying that. "Brother, you don't seem to go out much, do you?"
Aside from going to the drill ground, he doesn't go anywhere else. He stays home with his wife every day, and that's all.
You are still the current emperor's biological father. Which brother is so foolish as to want to become the concubine of the Dragon Princess of Great Yan?
Are you tired of living?
"Don't let this happen again. I don't have many friends to begin with. What will people think of me if you do this?"
The old eagle was quite self-righteous now. Fish follow fish, shrimp follow shrimp; they all know we're good friends, and they probably thought I was like that too.
"Hey, did you scratch your man? Fu Ping, look at how he's covering his neck, do you think we girls are blind?"
Mantuo and Fuping were quite familiar with each other, and they talked while eating.
The woman was as gentle as ever, bowing her head, smiling and shaking her head as she spoke to them:
"No, my mother-in-law did it."
"Aren't you angry when you hear all those rumors outside?"
Mando thought that she would definitely be angry. Being together is a process of mutual possessiveness. What she likes is hers, and she would feel uncomfortable if others even glanced at it.
"The most important thing in a relationship is trust, and he wouldn't do that."
Fu Ping added another steamed bun to Long'er's bowl, along with some refreshing cold dishes.
Then, she continued:
“He won’t do that, he won’t, and he wouldn’t dare.”
She risked her life to carry his mother out, and then had a brush with death before giving birth to triplets. No man with a conscience would dare to betray her.
Even if struck by lightning, the duckweed has this confidence.
If Heaven doesn't punish him, then the dragon will.
His money and his friends will all leave him.
Including his mother and children.
"Floating Duckweed, teach me how to make these steamed buns. Since you're not coming to the palace, do my Siman, Buhui, Xiao An'an, and Pingping all go to your house to eat?"
These children often went out of the palace. When they went to Scarface's house, they would take a small stool and a small bowl and sit there, looking like a few little beggars.
"How did you know?" Fu Ping asked Man Tuo.
"After they went to your house, their bellies were bulging like crazy when they came back. I said to them, 'You made so many for the baby, why didn't you bring some back for us?'"
"You don't care if we can't eat it, and you don't care if Long'er can't eat it either?"
The duckweed bowed its head, its brows furrowed slightly, and sighed:
"I'm scared. What if someone poisons Long'er on the way?"
“Then teach me, and I’ll make it for Long’er.”
"I won't teach."
The affection is genuine, but feelings can also be quite realistic.
"Great-aunt, could you stay in the palace for a few days? I haven't had enough to eat."
Huo Qitian ran over, holding food in his hand, and talked to Fu Ping while taking a bite.
"Qi Tian wants his great-aunt to live in the palace?"
"Yes, it would be best to stay here every day. Qi Tian could eat this every day and never get tired of it!"
Qi Tian glanced at Long'er and Lan Tingche with her eyes. Her father had instructed her to use her charm, as her mother missed her great-aunt and wanted her to stay at home for a few more days.
"Okay, then Auntie will stay in the palace for a few days and cook delicious food for Qitian every day, okay?"
"Okay, Great-Auntie is the best."
Yuwen Helan was indeed lucky; he happened to bring three little princesses into the palace.
"If you have anything good to eat, give me some."
The woman, with her palm facing up and her mouth open, insisted on having it.
After becoming the Minister of Rites, he became much more shameless.
"Take it yourself, it's just sitting there."
"Is there something you need to do at the palace, Grandma?" Before Long'er could say anything, Lan Tingche stood up and asked.
"What? Can't I go to the palace for no reason? Do you believe I'll chat with your mother every day?"
"..."
"There's absolutely no need for that."
"I've come today to show you the embroidery my three little quails have made."
The Ninth Princess placed the sandalwood box in front of Long'er, and the eunuch beside her opened the box. What came into view was the painting of a woman holding a knife and riding a horse that Fan Lihua had painted years ago.
"Your birthday is coming soon, Happy Birthday, Your Majesty."
The Ninth Princess lowered her head and said shyly.
"Oh my god, this is just too much! I'm so happy, and you guys are happy too."
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